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Beans, beans, the magical fruit…

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As a rule I’m not a breakfast person. A glass of tea and a berry banana protein smoothie works for me most days. But after an early morning appointment the other day my othet half was craving eggs Benedict so we searched for a restaurant.

When a little family run place in the middle of nowhere called the Countryside Diner presents itself, you can’t say no.

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I have to say I was surprised at the burgundy and gold whore house color scheme. It totally clashed with their logo.

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But I’d read good reviews so we plunged into the breakfast menu – where all the combos came with beans. You know you’re in Maine when.

Not being a baked bean lover, especially at 9:00 am I chose two small sides… biscuit and sausage gravy with home fries.

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The husband’s Benny was rich and tasty but correct me if I’m wrong, breakfast shouldn’t be grey… right? My meal tasted as good as it looked, which is to say horrible.

When we lived down south I acquired a mild biscuits and gravy addiction. When made properly? It’s the nectar of the gods. Sadly up here in bean country they can’t make it to save their lives… but hope springs eternal and I order it when I see it, usually to my disappointment.

And before you say why don’t you make your own at home… the husband hates it. Ever tried to make biscuits and gravy for one? Not possible.

The search continues.

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Sometimes….

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Sometimes the perfect wildlife shot presents itself and all you have to do is snap.

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Our backyard deer really like their snow paths.

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Sometimes you order a blueberry vodka lemonade and it’s literally blue.

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Sometimes your husband drags things up from the crap cave cellar, and while they’re technically not crap? You still stub your toe on one of them when you round the corner because you didn’t know they were there and yell at him to move them forthwith.

😠

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Sometimes you want a little heat, but not anal angst level heat.

Ouch!

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The early morning kernel hunt.

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My husband is a late night snacker. No matter how large and satisfying a dinner I serve him, he always has room for popcorn.

And since we’ve established he hasn’t worked out the proper bowl to kernel ratio of his new air popper…

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It won’t surprise you to learn that every morning when I walk into the kitchen I begin to search for strays.

Stray unpopped kernels on the floor that I find with my bare feet…

Stray unpopped kernels that land in my cutlery caddy…

Stray popped kernels that fly into the sink and behind the microwave…

But this morning?

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It seems the bird caught one.

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🤣

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This cake has a certain a-peel.

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We’re not cake people as a rule but I stumbled on something so ridiculous at the store the other day… it positively screamed to be baked.

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And in a high falsetto at that.

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Bite me Dolly.

The batter is the best part.

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And because I love me some nanners, I made a banana cream pie filling.

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Topped off with buttercream frosting?

It’s a cake to go ape for.

😉

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Ya gotta try these!

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As I was picking up some frozen pitted cherries for my morning smoothie at the grocery store, I saw something interesting I knew I had to try.

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Tru Fru.

Individual pieces of ripe fruit… flash frozen and covered in chocolate.

Nothing more.

And nothing less than delightful.

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I don’t have a huge sweet tooth but every now and then I like s little touch of dessert after dinner and these are perfect.

I take a few out of the freezer and let them sit 15-20 minutes before eating… and am now totally addicted.

The raspberry and strawberry have the deepest flavor… but the blueberry and cherry are good as well. They make a banana which I would love, but I haven’t found that one yet.

https://trufru.com/

👍

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Happy (early) Valentine’s Day.

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We decided to beat the crazy Damn it, I have to take the wife out because it’s February 14th again Valentines Day crowds and spent yesterday having fun instead. When you’ve been married as long as we have, big romantic gestures are a thing of the past… and that’s fine. We started the day with a light lunch and cocktail at our local pub and then hit some antique stores.

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Where someone made art out of discarded lobster shells. Quirky, if not slightly disturbing.

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They say necessity is the mother of invention and this sled with skis seems to prove the adage.

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I found one vintage beer crate but it was full of bottles I didn’t want and a rotted bottom that wouldn’t hold my vinyl for long.. so I passed.

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Here’s the husband examining what was tagged as “A turban egg beater from the late 1800’s”

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Not seeing any colorful head coverings we realized the disc said “turbine egg beater”…. which, when you think about it, is equally as puzzling.

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Remember my post about Maine inventing chewing gum the other day? Glad the husband didn’t see this.

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After an afternoon of antiquing we ended at one of our favorite restaurants for dinner which was blissfully empty when we arrived.

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After a few lemon drop martinis and a fabulous cup of smoky clam chowder, dinner.

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Pan seared panko haddock with garlic Parmesan mashed potatoes, almond compound butter green beans, crispy leeks and lemon dill aioli paired well with a blackberry margarita for me.

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And a very rare Wagyu beef filet with red wine demi glacé, pickled peppers, pea tendrils and maple butter roasted carrots for the husband. Both meals were fabulous as usual and we shared a coffee crème brûlée that we devoured too quickly to photograph.

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So today.. on the actual day, we exchanged cards and my other half gave me a fancy cupcake and a box of truffles.

Alright, there were originally six truffles in the box and I took the picture at 8:00am.

Don’t judge, they were a delicious breakfast.

❤️

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News you can’t use.

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Or want, but I’m posting it anyway.

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And TSA is worried about my shampoo bottle? Geesh.

This next headline falls under the category ‘you know you’re a redneck when’….

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Because nothing says I’ll love you forever like a Chicken McNugget.

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Stop drooling Mark. I doubt your new neighbors would approve.

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If their pasta recipes include footwear? I’m going to pass….

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